Lyrics Turf's Up - Beeda Weeda, E-40, Too Short

Turf's Up

Turfs up, doors open when we pass
Gas, brake, dip, gas
Windows roll up when my music gon' blast
Gas, brake, dip, gas
Turfs up, doors open when we pass
Gas, brake, dip, gas
Face lifted up so the back seat drag
Gas, brake, dip, gas
Yeah
It goes me, D, J-O, Jazz
Gas, brake, dip, gas
Twerk with most likely Tina Turner and Ike
Out my body cuz I messed up the browns with whites
Now let me introduce you to the stuntin' life
Turfs up, doors open, runnin' red lights
You don’t need a new whip, don’t gotta rock ice
All you need is attitude to cop your stuntin' rights
And I stunt so nice, I’mma stunt for life
Better tuck your girl, I’ll stunt your wife
White T-shirt, blue jeans, and Nikes
Big rims, loud pipes, swirvin' left, swirve right
In-n-outta lanes, goin' up the turf
Little mama can’t ride unless we all get twerked
East Side Oakland is where I’m from
Turn up the knock and let your head go dumb
Turfs up, doors open when we pass
Gas, brake, dip, gas
Windows roll up when my music gon' blast
Gas, brake, dip, gas
Turfs up, doors open when we pass
Gas, brake, dip, gas
Face lifted up so the back seat drag
Gas, brake, dip, gas
OPD wanna send me to Rita
So I stay on my toes more than a ballerina
My name is Beeda Weeda, and I’m a stuntaholic
I’mma push the trans until the gears start stalling
Haulin' ass, like a sav
Punch the gas, so quick, so fast
???, so the back seat drag
No seat belt, no ???, no tags
???, I’m about my cash
Alcohol in your boot bags
Gas, brake, dip, gas
Turfs up, doors open when we pass
Gas, brake, dip, gas
Windows roll up when my music gon' blast
Gas, brake, dip, gas
Turfs up, doors open when we pass
Gas, brake, dip, gas
Face lifted up so the back seat drag
Gas, brake, dip, gas